Chapter 22: Blake
"Water" I struggled to say but it came out really hoarse and I didn’t know if he heard me right. Without hesitation though, the blonde opened the door of the mini-fridge literally next to the bed and handed me a bottle of chilled water. I hungrily downed the fresh liquid quenching my thirst and it only relieved me by a bit since majority of my discomfort was caused by my headache. It was so intense that I've never felt this degree of pain before. I dropped my body back on the bed burying my face on the pillows to block out any form of light reaching my vision.
"Are you okay Blake?"
I nodded slightly not answering Chord verbally. I don't know how but I fell asleep again afterward because when I woke up the second time of the day, the pain in my head didn't hurt as bad as it did earlier. It still hurt but not so much that it restricted me from moving around so much. Only after pushing the covers aside did I realize I was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. I looked hoping to spot any of my clothes but saw nothing. Waking up in an unknown place, half naked, sounds a lot like something that Michael goes through often but not me, what the heck did I get myself into?
I seemed to be asking myself that alot this morning. I got out of bed to stand up and my head spun for a second so I had to sit back down, a moment later I stood back up again and made my way towards the door. I remember seeing Chord earlier and nothing else before that so the first thing I did was look for him, maybe he can tell me what happened. I was in a completely foreign place, never been in this house before so I had no idea what was where. The hall outside the room I was just at had magazines framed on the walls and upon inspection; Chord was all on the covers of every single one. I was getting a hunch that this was his house.
The sounds of the TV then caught my attention and I followed it and it led me into the heart of the home. On my immediate right was the spacious living room and I could see someone laid flat on the couch holding up an iPad in their hand.
"Chord" I called as I got closer seeing those hands belonged to him. Instantly the blonde sat up on the couch when he saw me, "Oh Blake, you're up. How are you feeling?" I didn't answer his question instead asking my own more important question, "Where am I? What happened last night?" My voice sounded groggily.
"This is my house" Chord replied only answering the obvious question which I’d already pick up on. Before I could repeat my unanswered question he asked, "How are you feeling Blake?" "My head hurts really badly" "Oh you poor thing" Chord rushed to bring me over to the couch and sat me down. He disappeared for a quick second before returning back with a set of white pills and some water. “Here, this will make you feel better” he said handing me the pills. I took them down with the water and when I cleared my throat, I asked something else I wanted to. “Where are my clothes?” "Umm… gimme a sec" The guy excused himself and went upstairs. I sat there still wondering what happened last night, though I'm not able to recall much, I didn't need to be told that alcohol was involved; that's the only likely explanation for this headache.
I sighed disappointed at myself for consuming those kind of beverages, however I barely have a clue what went down yesterday so I might not have drank it consciously.
Slowly I thought about what happened earlier in the day, I clearly remembered the first part of the day was spent at the modeling gig; that's where I met the man whose house I'm apparently at. Trouble finding my car after the shoot, Chord drove me around to help look for it and then invited me to… a… club…. Piecing them all together... I realized why I was here at Chord’s in the first place "Well here you are... your pants. I can't find your shirt so here's one of mine and I'll just leave your shoes by the door" Chord placed the shirt and pants on my lap before going over to slot my shoes in a small rack by his front door. He returned to the couch but was surprised to see the unpleasant glare on my face, "Is something wrong Blake?" I kept my glare at him not saying anything at all. "I can try and look for you shirt again if-" "I freaking told you I don't drink alcohol" I spat, my emotions clearly expressed in my tone.
"I… um… I just…" the blonde stuttered but I wasn't interested, I stood up ready to leave the place. Chord stopped me though, he held me by my arms not letting me step forward, "Eff Off! I wanna go home!" I tried breaking his hold but couldn't bear much strength; I was still weak from the migraine I had.
"Blake come on, listen to me. You can't leave like this you said your head hurts badly and you need to rest for a while" he had a point, about my head hurting. Every time I spoke my head hurt more and I had a slight feeling like I was going to throw up. "Let me go!" I raised my voice and broke his hold on me, soon after regretting it. Immediately I say back down my eyes automatically closed and my breathing increased a little, fuck I feel so horrible all over my body. Fortunately the symptoms of puking and giddiness subsided after a couple minutes, but the pain still persisted. I fall asleep again for about an hour or so before waking up to find myself still on the couch, my head resting on Chord's lap. Immediately I pulled away and sat up straight remembering I was upset at the guy. "Blake, I'm sorry" he said but I ignored him, if only I was feeling better I would've been out of here a long time ago. "Blake, I'm really sorry man, please say something" "What do you want me to say!? I made it very clear I don't fucking drink but you just blatantly made me do it!" I said almost yelling at him but again I regret it soon as I finish, Dammit. I gotta stop doing that! "I know Blake, and that's why I'm sorry for that. I only intended you to take a cup or two of it but you're the one who kept… asking… for more…" Chord dragged his last words, reminding me of my stupidity for buying into his 'no license to sell coke so they prepare it independently' crap; should've just trusted my taste buds. I didn't bother to respond to Chord, instead I just kept looking ahead and watched the TV that was on; the blonde sighed before also turning to watch the TV. The silence between us lasted until the end of some TV show that Chord was watching, "Blake, it's almost 3 and you haven't eaten anything. Aren't you hungry?" Chord asked and as much as I wanted to keep ignoring him I couldn't, only then did I realize how hungry I was. "Yea…" I said very softly without looking in his direction, I don't think he heard me but he was looking at me so I'm sure he read my lips; "Okay come on let's get you some food". Hesitantly I followed him into the kitchen after slipping into the clothes he provided and got seated on the chair by the counter. Chord’s shirt was a little tight on me since he was a bit smaller than me but I didn’t complain.
While Chord opened the fridge to get what he needed to prepare the food I looked around his place in awe, he lived in a pretty sweet pad. The floors throughout the house were that kind of wooden floor that tied in very well with the white walls giving the place a modern look.
In minutes I had food served in front of me, Chord served me chicken with some mixed vegetables at the side. Chord prepared food for two and I guess he had waited for me before eating lunch himself. We ate in silence for the first couple bites before Chord decided to void the silence, “I’m sorry if it’s not that good I mean I just bought them... I don’t really cook so good.” "It’s okay, this is good enough" I said, "Can I, get some water?" Chord was quick to fulfil the request. The conversation ball slowly rolled off after that and we were talking like normal by the time we were done with our food. "I seriously can't believe you own your own house at this age, just wow" "Well to be fair I didn't buy the house. My parents are both realtors and they bought this place to rent it out and I convinced them to rent it to me instead. I did pay rent the first couple months, and then I couldn't afford it and I ever since then I'm living here for free" the blonde explained. "Wow, wish I had rich parents like you man" I mused. "Anyways, how's your head feeling now?" "It's better now. Was hurting so much more earlier and especially when I first woke up, that just felt like my head was hit with an axe repeatedly" "I'm… sorry" Chord looked down, "I only meant to give you a cup or 2 but you were asking for more" "You offered to pay for it all so I just drank all the free coke I could get, or at least I thought it was coke" I realized after saying that I sounded cheap, but to be fair I wouldn't load up on all those drinks if they were genuinely the drink I thought I was consuming. The alcohol had this addictive factor that made me want it more. "Well, I didn't pay for the drink you went to get after we met your roommate" Chord said and that struck another memory in my head.
"My roommate was there" I said as a statement but Chord nodded thinking it was a question. As I recalled further I remember running into Michael and his girlfriend who were talking to Chord, can't remember how they got to talking nor can I recall what Michael was doing there at the club; until I checked with Chord about it. "Wow Blake, you can't remember much huh?" "I don't know it kinda was blurry, I mean remember going to the bathroom and then seeing Michael and Dianna, and then going to get a real coke drink this time" I said emphasizing the words 'real coke drink' which made Chord look to the ground again. "After that, I can't really remember much" "Oh… you, you don't?" Chord's expression changed to show a tint of disappointment, I think. "Well, after that we went upstairs to the VIP booths and…" he dragged on not finishing his sentence. I tried hard to recall what happened but I'm guessing by this time I was intoxicated which affected my memory past that point. I looked at Chord waiting for him to finish what he was saying but he didn't, that led me to verbally asking "and what?" "We went upstairs, and settled in one of the booths… and… yea… did it..." after much hesitation he finally said it. I was about to question did what when suddenly it clicked, everything came back to me. My eyes grew learning this part of the night. I didn't have to double check if Chord was joking because images of us doing it flashed in my head like a bad projected movie. I shot up and walked back to the couch. "Blake, what are you doing?" "I need to get home Chord" I said firmly making it clear I won't be taking any 'stay a while more' from him. He offered to drive me home but I refused however the blonde kept persisting so I just accepted it, besides I don't feel a hundred percent so I felt it's better to be driven home than to take public transport.
The drive with Chord was quiet the whole journey, I refused to think about last night anymore especially whatever happened in the booth; I don't think I'm ready yet. After a while the silence got awkward and I think Chord also felt it so he turned on the radio to void it. About an hour later we were driving down the street of where I lived. my mind began shuffling through what I could say to Chord before alighting. I mean I can't just get out of the car and walk away, maybe a thank you and that's it? "It's that house on the right" I said as we approached my home. Chord pulled into my drive way before coming to a stop. I sat there in the seat for a moment before opening the door. "Thanks for the ride, and the food" I alighted and shut the door behind. "Blake, I'm really sorry I-" "Don't" I stopped him, "it already happened, let's just forget about it" I said plainly. The blonde began backing out of the drive way as I watched, then suddenly a thought occurred in my head and I ran up to the car. "Chord, I just wanna say... I'm not, gay" I said wanting to promulgate that fact. "Yea, I know" Chord said confusing me a little, but I didn't make much of it. As the blonde drove off I made my way into the house, first thing I see was my roommate on the couch playing the PS3. "Hey Michael" "Oh, Blake" Michael said before mumbling something. I asked what he mumbled but the guy said nothing I just shrugged it off before joining him on the crouch. My roommate was silently playing his game and honestly I expected him to ask where I was the whole night or something since I'm not the kind of person to stay out or go to a club. "So, what were you doing at the club last night?" I asked trying to seem normal "I told you last night when we met, Dianna invited me" "Oh, okay I must've forgotten" I said laughing it off, I had no intention of telling Michael about getting drunk or doing it with another guy. Leaning back on the couch I slowly dive into the memories of last night, can't believe I did it with a guy I just met. Well technically I didn't willingly take part in it but the fact I did it with a dude remains. Fortunately we didn't go all the way though, that would've just been… I don't even want to think about that.
Sex with my roommate is completely different, I'm sober and it's a mutual thing, kinda, most of the time. I don't know but the point is, things I do with Michael doesn't compare to this. I wonder how Michael would feel if he found out though, don't think he'd be too happy. I can't seem to digest the fact I did it with a guy, that wasn’t Michael; I feel so dirty. The more I think about it the weirder I feel all over my body, I gotta make it right. I scoot over to get closer to Michael who gives me a questioning look from him but I don't acknowledge it and keep my eyes on the TV which made him shrug it off. Very subtly I slip my hand down to Michael's crotch and began rubbing it, trying to get him hard. He froze for a second, not pressing any of the buttons on the controller he held. Without turning to look at me the guy shortly resumed playing like nothing happened, but my hand was still caressing his crotch. It wasn't hard for me to get Michael hard, no pun intended. I bit my lip, my heart racing a little as I continued doing so; something I would never do under normal circumstances. Next I decided to reach in his pants to pull out his erection but suddenly he pulled away standing up. That sudden move sent a little shock wave through me, what I did wasn't normal and a very daring move. "I, I, I can exp-" I tried to explain but get cut off when Michael chuckled, it wasn't a normal chuckle though it was like he was mocking me in a way. Then he walked off, I wanted to stop him but I couldn't; what would I say to him? I had no choice but to just sit there, dumbfounded as I watched him walk away leaving that mocking laugh to taunt my memory. What did I do that got me that kind of a reaction from Michael, did I cross the line or was that a gesture of teasing?
